Morning

by Saadi Youssef

The girl who works in the warehouse
leaves her second-floor room.
She switches on the staircase light,
her face agitated in the glow,
and hesitates a little
before the street subsumes her world.
Inevitably, she will go to the café this morning,
cradling her first cup in her coat.
It’s cold on the street now
and this café she loves is warming up.
How she dreams of staying longer!
To sit at a corner table
and read
or listen
to music
And who knows,
maybe all of a sudden
love will come!
Paris, 12/18/1990

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